Lone Star Mountain Shadows

Onai Calbero, a name he wouldn't seek to forget, from a male who seemed reasonably curious. Warbone wasn't a secretive wolf by any means, though some things he knew better than to share. Still, on principle, he wasn't inclined to be dishonest or remain petulantly silent in favor of not answering, so it was with relative ease that he rolled his shoulder and nodded responsively to the dark male. "You could say that," he mused, though his former ranking title "Bloodbone" had been more indicative of his prowess as a warrior, as opposed to the title of war which implied deeper things where he was from. War wasn't always about the fight.

"I do not incite them these days, however. Only finish them," he mentioned of fights, a smirk tugging lightly at his muzzle. "You, too, strike me as quite strapping. Do you serve anyone before yourself?" he asked now, not intent on letting the conversation become one-sided.